King of the world

Sovereign snow-capped peaks reach for the sky, 

Observing the rest of the world.

Voluminous mountains, unmoved through time.

Wombats shelter for warmth and safety by your side.

At your crown, the ice crunches and the wind whips.

White flakes glimmer in a sea of heavenly bliss,

Your summit is soft, white and frigid, 

The deafening silence lost to the howling wind.

A lone skier waits at the apex, awestruck and isolated.

Like a falcon he hovers where the horizon meets heaven.

Gravity glides him through your desolate domain,

He soars toward the base.

But now, your icy empire suffers from our envious ways.

The king of countries, the landscape, the world,

Warming, melting, dying.

Entirely at our mercy, there is no denying.